Alone H.S.

Chapter 1 - Lily

Photo attached is what Lily looks like. For those who are wondering, she is the she-wolf that Harry stumbled upon in the last chapter. This chapter is written from her POV, so you can get inside her head and see what's going on from her viewpoint.

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Lily -

The breeze blew gently through the trees, brushing the leaves and creating a fluttering sound throughout the woods. I felt the coolness the wind brought with it, reminding me that winter hadn't completely left us. Though the green of Spring had returned, the warmth played back and forth with the leftover cold of Winter.

I had been walking for nearly an hour, not really heading for somewhere in particular or paying very much attention to where I was going.

My surroundings weren't familiar and my senses become more tuned in, as I was no longer in my own pack's territory. Perhaps the smart thing for me to do would be to turn back and head home, but something deep down inside was pushing for me to walk on, deeper and deeper into the quickly darkening woods.

The sun had set during my walk and by now darkness had claimed the woods I now stood in.

I decided to shift into my wolf form, seeing as how I was in unknown territory, and my human senses were no longer capable of protecting me in this dark.

I'd never loved my wolf form. It was what had always made me so different and off to my pack. My wolf's fur was a a clean white with large patches of tan. Everyone else in my pack was grey, white, brown, or black. The normal wild colors, so the question everyone always had asked was, why was I different? Why did I have such an uncommon fur pattern when no one else in my lack did? It had always made me the odd one out. The one to be picked in in school. The one to be stared and gawked at.

Maybe if I was a higher ranking female I wouldn't be treated so differently. If I had been the Alpha's daughter. Or the Beta's daughter. Instead, I was simply a hunter's daughter. I wasn't anything special. I loved both my parents, and missed them.

My parents were both killed in a rogue attack three years ago come this May. It was random and our pack simply wasn't prepared. I was very lucky to have been in school and survived, the rogues had been defeated before they'd reached any of our schools. Though they'd been to the homes that spread along the edge of our pack's territory, like our home had.

Now I am 20, an orphan and have not found my mate. Many people from my pack have told me that if by now I haven't found my mate, I never will. I should settle for life alone, they tell me.

I try not to let their words get into my head and bother me. Though some call me distant and stupid for smiling at their insults as if they don't hurt me.

An owl hooting nearby pulls my mind away from my own thoughts and my ears point towards the trees in the direction the hoots came from.

Then my nose picks up a scent.

I focus on the scent and concentrate. A wolf. A male wolf. A powerful male wolf. An Alpha.

My heart starts to pound in my chest as I realize that I'm in another pack's territory, am trespassing and the Alpha is in the close vicinity.

I should turn and run, praying that I make it out of the territory undetected by the Alpha who's scent is filling the woods. But, my wolf whines. She whines and howls longingly begging me to keep walking the path I am on. Towards the Alpha.

Why would my wolf, my source of pure sense and wisest advisor, push me toward a strange Alpha male wolf who's territory I am trespassing on?

As much as my mind tells me not to, I continue down the path as my wolf pushes me to do. Though my legs are shaking and my tail is tucked between my legs, afraid.

I walk through the dark woods, following the path as the scent of the Alpha gets stronger and stronger and my wild begins to become more and more restless and determined.

Also, this Alpha's scent seems to be invading my brain. Making my thoughts all run together in a blur. My entire being seems to be attracted to this scent, though I should be fearful of a strange male. Why do I feel so drawn to it?

Suddenly a loud snapping of a twig echoes through the otherwise quiet woods and my eyes dart around the darkness until they land on a wolf.

He stands tall, and boldly. His brown fur slightly curly and his green eyes staring into my own blue ones. I couldn't take my eyes off him. Though he seemed to be no different than any other wolfs, he had something about him that had me captured. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe, only stare at him.

I felt my wolf happily rejoicing and howling in joy. Which caused me to wonder why. I should be running, afraid of this powerful and masculine Alpha who's stood in front of me, not happy. Right?

"Mate!" My wolf howled in happiness and my eyes widened in realization.

I'd just found my mate.

I felt my heart lighten and if I was in human form, I'd be smiling ear to ear. A happiness I can't put into words washed over me. As well as a sense of relief that I wouldn't have to face being alone all my life.

I began to walk over to him, my tail now wagging, and fear long gone.

But when a growl came from his lips, I froze. He backed away a few steps before stopping again.

Our eyes never leaving each other's, and I searched his for an explanation. We, being mates, would have a mind-link. But only once we were bonded and mated. As we are, in our wolf forms, we have only the most basic of communication.

A sad whine escaped from my throat, asking why he was growling at me and backing away from me. He's my mate, why would he stay away?

I only received another growl from him. This one deeper and more threatening.

If I was in my human form I would have tears fill my eyes, and rolling down my face. But wolfs cannot cry tears, we whine.

Pitiful whines escaped my lips, me unable to stop them. This curly coated wolf was my mate. Why would he reject me? Was there something wrong with me? Did he also think my multicolored fur was hideous like everyone else in my life? Did I look like too weak a mate for him, as he was an Alpha, after all.

That must be it. I'm a hideous, weak, little wolf who's not fit to be the mate if such a beautiful Alpha like him.

He turned around and swiftly ran away, disappearing into the thicket of trees.

My wolf began to howl in heartbreak and she begged me to go after him. But this time I would listen to me. I will just go home and accept my fate as an unwanted she-wolf.

I will just have to accept this, as hard as it felt.

He doesn't want me. My mate doesn't want me.